There was noise in the dark. At first, it started low — an almost indistinct buzzing in Dan’s ear, resembling almost the never-ending buzz of

Creative Writing & Poetry
There was noise in the dark. At first, it started low — an almost indistinct buzzing in Dan’s ear, resembling almost the never-ending buzz of
“I can’t believe we got lost. Again.” Dan stifled a snicker and kicked a stray pebble, watching from the corner of his eye as Jamie,
“I think we’re in Hazen,” said Jamie. He‘d climbed out of the bush they’ve landed in, and was now standing beside Dan. He pulled the